Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gichy Dan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.